I don't know who would give me such a link, but since you did, you asked for it, I wonder why with gyrational phoenetics you think, that with thin rhymes and a fish's instinct, with the past and present bound by a two second wink, that you can eat me, like a half-baked potato with sesame, you havent got an ink- -ling, I'll yell til I'm pink- -ing, you're what the Beaver calls Fink, -or something, you got a neck like an ostrich, and have just as much fly, Oh what? "I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky"? Your Nike's can't leave the land, you ain't my main man Mikey, One consolation, this: with your head in the sand, it might be true you command, the forces of fossilized shit, of Jurassic bricks you prehistoric twit, you neolithic nitwit, You're the reason archeologists wear mitts, And now consider your opponent, when he sees numbers in bathrooms he dont go home to phone it, "Call Big Joe for a smooth ride," You want a smooth ride? My cadillac's got more miles than your Mom's had mules, Or than pigeon's have had stools, in an all poultry bar, like Woods on the course, I am always on par, Before they had Jungle Gym's, I raised the bar, They call me skyscraper, cuz a' my phallus, I'm the man with the plan that is always fail-safe, And though its true that I chafe, I have my personal tailors, Anyway. I strike like a Python, til my prey is writhing, they see the wall but not the writing, They're as illiterate as thou, Shakespeare, I can eat that cow, I'll put his iambics in the penitentiary, his pentameters out of the library, his poetic parameters are out of this century and as for Giotto, I'll take my phat chicks, over his triptichs, I'll take my Fresca over his fresco, with a little dash of Pinot, You know, the drink that'll make you go? Hold it man dont stop the flo' What's wrong wit' cho'? And I can take all the thinkers of the West and the East, I got more freckles than you've read Hegel, y'all so full a yeast, I'm your noble beast, with my savage intellect, I ravage as I introspect, I am the cause and the effect, the subject and the object, I'm as convoluted as a Heiddegerian text, I am the total apotheosis I've taken more tablets than Moses, I'm the ram to your flock, I've got more wool than your yew, I'm the wolf in the hide, I'll make you into sheep stew, Mary had a little lamb, and I had a little lamb for dinner, back right down you rank beginner, I am the one who is the winner, I'm the top -perhaps the spinner, watch out son lest I singe your fur, mangy cur, call me Alexander, more fundamental than Anaximander, do as I command ya, give me a hand here.
but since you did, you asked for it,
I wonder why with gyrational phoenetics you think,
that with thin rhymes and a fish's instinct,
with the past and present bound by a two second wink,
that you can eat me, like a half-baked potato with sesame, you havent got an ink-
-ling, I'll yell til I'm pink-
-ing, you're what the Beaver calls Fink,
-or something, you got a neck like an ostrich, and have just as much fly,
Oh what? "I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky"?
Your Nike's can't leave the land, you ain't my main man Mikey,
One consolation, this: with your head in the sand, it might be true you command,
the forces of fossilized shit, of Jurassic bricks
you prehistoric twit, you neolithic nitwit,
You're the reason archeologists wear mitts,
And now consider your opponent,
when he sees numbers in bathrooms he dont go home to phone it,
"Call Big Joe for a smooth ride,"
You want a smooth ride? My cadillac's got more miles than your Mom's had mules,
Or than pigeon's have had stools, in an all poultry bar,
like Woods on the course, I am always on par,
Before they had Jungle Gym's, I raised the bar,
They call me skyscraper, cuz a' my phallus,
I'm the man with the plan that is always fail-safe,
And though its true that I chafe, I have my personal tailors,
Anyway.
I strike like a Python, til my prey is writhing,
they see the wall but not the writing,
They're as illiterate as thou,
Shakespeare, I can eat that cow,
I'll put his iambics in the penitentiary,
his pentameters out of the library,
his poetic parameters are out of this century
and as for Giotto, I'll take my phat chicks,
over his triptichs, I'll take my Fresca over his fresco, with a little dash of Pinot,
You know, the drink that'll make you go? Hold it man dont stop the flo'
What's wrong wit' cho'?
And I can take all the thinkers of the West and the East,
I got more freckles than you've read Hegel, y'all so full a yeast,
I'm your noble beast, with my savage intellect, I ravage as I introspect,
I am the cause and the effect, the subject and the object,
I'm as convoluted as a Heiddegerian text, I am the total apotheosis
I've taken more tablets than Moses,
I'm the ram to your flock, I've got more wool than your yew,
I'm the wolf in the hide, I'll make you into sheep stew,
Mary had a little lamb, and I had a little lamb for dinner,
back right down you rank beginner, I am the one who is the winner,
I'm the top -perhaps the spinner, watch out son lest I singe your fur,
mangy cur, call me Alexander, more fundamental than Anaximander,
do as I command ya, give me a hand here.
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